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[Shemeska]

Storyhour excerpt:

“What’s in a Marauder’s Mirth?” Clueless asked cautiously from behind the bar.

“THE Marauder’s Mirth.” She corrected him, punctuated with a tap of a claw on and into the table.

“It’s my favorite drink.” She explained. “The Fortune’s Wheel coined it after me and I expect that most of the upper tier inns and taverns in Sigil carry it.”

And then there was a complete non sequitur from the ‘loth, with a sudden, almost barked demand of: "Colcook! Mirror!”

Clueless just stood there patiently as she ignored him in favor of her own reflection in a small handheld mirror held up in place by the tiefling to her left. She pursed her lips as with a telepathic prompt, Colcook applied a new layer of black lipstick and then promptly started to comb out the long, coppery-blond hair she had at the moment.

And then, without any acknowledgement of the pause, she jumped back to the prior conversation.

“Don’t know my favorite drink…” She said with a bit of a sneer. “A pity really. I’d been led to believe that you were to be numbered among them… the best inns in Sigil that is.”

“We might be able to make one for you, but… and my apologies, I’m not familiar with the ingredients.” Clueless said, trying so hard to sound genuine.

“I bet the 12 Factols would have known what goes in it…” Shemeska muttered to herself.

Clueless ignored the statement.

“And even if I can’t make one for you now,” He said. “This way we’ll know in the future to have what’s needed. Just for you.”

She smiled up at him and batted her eyelashes. “Admittedly, this –is- an unannounced visit, and it’s not a formal thing to actually judge the place on. I’ll be making that visit eventually, but you’ll have advance warning of that.”

‘Peachy.’ He thought. ‘Just peachy…’

Colcook meanwhile continued to brush out his mistress’s hair, which she might have actually lengthened during the process, just to give him more to do.

“But, in any event,” She purred. “My favorite drink is a mixture of four fingers of Bytopian Brandy, honey, puréed dretch pineal gland, two fingers of Styx water, with a sprig of razorvine and some gold leaf floating on the top.”